Chapter 11-- Everything Is Breaking But You're My Glue
I've been stressed, no, I've been basically going insane. Why was my foster father doing this? I came here to get him off my mind. I can't think straight and to be honest, I'm scared as hell. I'm scared he's going to do something... I'm terrified and slowly going insane. I'm always looking over my shoulder, and why the hell would he order a P.I.? Now he knows everything. He knows my past and present. And I'm sure that P.I. isn't leaving anytime soon.
I hear Aaron walk into the family room.
"Angel? Are you okay? You look a bit pale." Aaron asks.
I stand up.
"I need to go on a walk..." I mumble.
"Oh, want me to go with you?"
I shake my head quickly.
"No, I n-need to be by myself. Just for a moment. Just to think." I say.
"Okay, it's gonna be dark soon, be safe."
I grab a jacket and umbrella, it's raining. I'm shocked Aaron didn't object because it's raining pretty hard but I think he understands that I need time to myself.
I hear the rain tap on my umbrella. A tear falls down my face.
I soon walk a familiar path. I follow that path until I'm to the place I've been dreading to go...
My foster home.
I bite my lip and close my eyes tight. I slowly lift up my shaky arm and I ignore my gut telling me not to knock.
I knock on the door. I soon see my foster sister, Hannah, open the door.
Her eyes grow and she hugs me.
"Go back inside your going to get a cold." I say as the rain runs down her hair.
She nods and backs up into the house.
"Why are you here?" She asks.
"I need to talk to Linda and John." Her eyes grow.
She grabs my arm and pulls me inside.
She calls for them and I hear them stumble down the steps until they see me. When their eyes lay on me they both gasp and their eyes grow two times it's normal size.
"Angelica?" My Linda says in shock.
"Linda, John I need to talk to you two." I say.
John starts to turn around but Linda grabs his arm to stop him.
He turns around.
"Fine..." He sighs.
We walk into my old bedroom, where broken stuff laid all over.
"What the h-"
"John got a bit upset when you left." Linda said interrupting me.
A bit upset?! It looks like a twister flew through this room!
"I understand." I say calmly.
"Okay why the hell are you here? I don't want people like you around my foster children." He snaps.
"Don't worry it'll only be a moment, and trust me I don't want to be near you." I mumble.
"Well? What is it!?" He yells.
"I want you to stay out of my life." I say.
"What?" He asks.
"Um... I'll leave you two alone..." Linda says, then she runs out of the room shutting the door behind her.
"I want you to stay out of my life, I don't want you hiring a P.I. to follow me, I don't want to hear your name, I don't want you saying threats towards me, none of that shit. I want when I walk out that door, for this to finally end. You are not my foster father you aren't anything to me." I say.
He doesn't say anything. I nod.
I turn around and I put my hand on the handle to walk out but I feel a grip on my wrist. I look up and John has gotten a grip on my wrist.
"Let go you're hurting me." I say clenching my teeth.
"You do not tell me what to do," he pulls me away from the door and pushes me to the wall.
A shock of pain races down my back.
"Goddamn it.." I mumble standing back up.
I bite my lip.
"Why can't we just talk this through like adults? Why do you have o bring violence into everything, you know that's the reason I left?" I say
He slaps me.
My cheek burns. I clench my eyes shut trying to stay calm.
"Don't hit me..." I mumble.
I walk back over to the door but he grabs my hair and yanks me back to the ground.
He rolls me onto my back and pins me down. He pulls out a pocket knife and puts it to my neck.
"Fine do it, kill me. Watch what happens." I mumble.
His heartless black eyes stare into mine with anger.
He punches me, causing me to bite my tongue and it to bleed.
I spit some of the blood on the ground.
He continues to kick and hit me. He sits on me and takes the knife and slices it across my cheek.
I soon feel him pulled off of me and I hear something else break.
I pull myself up and I see Aaron and John fighting.
"Stop!" I yell.
But they don't stop. Soon enough Jackson (one of my other foster brothers he's about 17 he just turned 17) and pulls Aaron off of John.
I hear them yelling and cursing back and forth.
"What the hell is wrong with you two!?" Jackson yells.
"He was about to kill her!" Aaron yells.
"I wouldn't have actually done it!" John yells.
"You sliced her face with a knife!" Aaron yells.
"She's been a bad child!" John screams.
"You're a horrid foster father!" Aaron yells.
"Enough!" I scream, "Do you have to fight!? Why can't we just be adults!? Aaron thank you but..." Then I storm out of the room.
I walk out of the house and down the road.
I hear the door of the house slam shut.
"Where are you going?!" Aaron yells.
"Home!" I yell.
"You're not going to tell the police?!" He yells.
I stop and turn around.
"What's the point? He's not going to mess with me any-"
"He was going to kill you!"
"You think this is the first time he's almost killed me?!" I scream at him.
He doesn't answer me. I start walking away again.
"I'm just worried for you!" Aaron yells.
I turn around, "Don't lie to me!" I yell.
"I'm not! When you left I knew you were going to their house and when you were gone for too long I stormed out to did you! I was scared to death you were gonna die!" He screams.
"No you weren't. Don't lie to me." I say.
He runs up to me and kisses me.
"I'm not lying. I care about you Angel Harris! Every second if everyday I'm scared to death you're going to leave! I'm scared you're going to get hurt!" Tears start rushing down his face, "I'm scared because... Well, I think I'm in love with you Angel!" I gasp.
I hug him tight.
"That's how you impress a woman, McLaughlin." I whisper while I'm hugging him.
"Please be careful." He whispers.
"Okay..." I whisper.
We stand here in a never ending hug. I shouldn't have any of this... But for some reason I've gotten it.